Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, everything will be okay as long as I don't put the idea of whizzing on the captain in your head.

Suddenly I became privy to more grafts than ever.

A cover of Time magazine.

Stand in the place where you were, now face north.

You're ugly and you're doughy and you're bursting with love like some kind of rancid wedding cake that was left out in a terrible rainstorm by a drifter who's smelling named Hank who lives in a storm drain and he wears five pairs of pants even though it's summertime and he'd be much more comfortable wearing five pairs of shorts.

Does it have something to do with flossing?

I'll make a time travel drink.

Okay, my underpants is a bad example, but somebody's underpants.

Gus, I have to go away on a little business trip.

I mean, all the parts in working order?

That's a very good joke, because water is another word for urine.

I get to release all this bitterness inside me, and it's not like the captain would kick me off the force for such a minor infraction.

and I've come back to your era using a special time drink that I call Time Juice.

Geez, how the hell do I know?

So hopefully you'll be sorry.

No need to thank me.

Oh, hey, I could use this nifty time machine.

Oh, Gus, I'm home.

Don't you know the world's full of two-headed walking dead zombies who all look like Sharon?